BERT AND
ERNIE: Scene #4
Park bench
and bus sign. ERNIE, with briefcase, seated on bench. ROBERTA enters
with briefcase and travel mug.
ERNEST:
(Upon seeing her approach, calls out in surrender) Okay. Okay!
I read it.
ROBERTA:
(Casually) Reading is good. What did you read? (Gets to
bench, sits)
ERNEST:
Your gospel ofwho was it?John. Gospel of John. I feel
holier already.
ROBERTA:
(Eyes roll) No, really, whaddya think? Did God teach you anything?
ERNEST:
(Mock offended) That's kind of personal, don't you think?
ROBERTA:
Not when that's the whole point. If you don't take it personally,
reading the Bible isn't gonna do you much good.
ERNEST:
Okay. It left me with more questions than answers. Satisfied?
ROBERTA:
(Disappointed) Oh.
ERNEST:
Look. It was a mixed bag. Confusing. Obscure. Interesting, in a
way.
ROBERTA:
What about Jesus?
ERNEST:
What about him? He's in there.
ROBERTA:
As what?
ERNEST:
As a smart guy with a lot of definite opinions. Fanatical. Some
sort of power coming off him
maybe.
ROBERTA:
(Smugly) When you're God's son, power comes with the package.
ERNEST:
Hold on. Big leap. (Defensively) I looked for that. But Jesus
seemed kind of evasive on who he was.
ROBERTA:
Did you get to the resurrection chapter?
ERNEST:
It's a stretch for me, Bert. The stuff of legends.
ROBERTA:
Maybe you should give it another go.
ERNEST:
Don't you ever let up?
ROBERTA:
You just said the Bible wasn't an easy read.
ERNEST:
(Self assuredly) I picked up quite a bit, actually. (Ticks
off on fingers) Jesus was a teacher, storyteller, healed cripples,
told 'em to repent. All in all, some good people skills. But God?
(Shakes head) A clear case of mistaken identity.
ROBERTA:
Not for him.
ERNEST:
Where does he specifically say he was God?
ROBERTA:
I don't know offhand.
ERNEST:
(Gives a look)
ROBERTA:
I don't have the whole gospel memorized, Ernie.
ERNEST:
(Sees bus; CD of a bus sound) Here she comes.
ROBERTA:
(Frustrated) Can I have just two minutes to cram, professor?
ERNEST:
One, one thousand
And while you're at it, prove that Trinity
thing. Two, one thousand
(Speaks while walking off stage
right)
ROBERTA:
Augh!
Exits stage
right.
BERT AND ERNIE: SCENE #5
ROBERTA
and ERNIE, each with briefcase, are walking down the street toward
the bus stop. They enter from stage left, talking. They stop and
pace and gesture their way across the stage.
ERNIE now
concedes that spirituality has its place-for some people, for
the spiritual types (as opposed to his position in #1 sketch,
where any spirituality was for weaklings).
ROBERTA:
(Both enter and stay SL, exasperated) What's it gonna take
for you to believe, Ernie?
ERNEST:
Nothin'.
ROBERTA:
(Not sure how to interpret) What?
ERNEST:
Hey. I'm just not the type. But I'm glad faith works for you, Bert.
I really am. (Somewhat condescending) It seems to fill some
need you have.
ROBERTA:
(Matter of fact) So you're faithless.
ERNEST:
Well, that's not very flattering
ROBERTA:
You just said you don't have room for faith. No faith in anything.
ERNEST:
(Recovering) Okay. Yeah, it's too "out there."
Can't get my arms around it.
ROBERTA:
But you have faith in gravity. Faith the sun will rise. Faith your
wife loves you.
ERNEST:
Okay, faith I can see, I have. (Motions as if shooting a basket)
Give me two points.
ROBERTA:
But mine is imaginary?
ERNEST:
(Quick to soothe, arm around her) No, no, God's real enough
to you. You go to church. You sing Kum Bay Yah. You get a sermon,
which is sometimes like a pep talk. You're raring to go again.
ROBERTA:
Sunday morning is just part of the Christian life
ERNEST:
Look-maybe I'm just not wired for spirituality. What you call "answers
to prayer," I see as "coincidence." What you call
"God-led," I see as "instinct." And that's just
as satisfying for me.
ROBERTA:
But you're looking at things as though you're the source of truth.
Couldn't there be something higher than your own opinion?
ERNEST:
(Crosses to center stage) If I experienced this (Exaggerated)
"higher truth," I'd buy it
ROBERTA:
(Very frustrated, follows him) I've been trying!
ERNEST:
But I don't get it, Bert. The need for it, or the solution. And
until I do, I'll have to listen to my own gut. Why can't you accept
that?
ROBERTA:
(Knee-jerk response, uncensored) Because you're lost, Ernie!
ERNEST:
(Insulted) I'm "lost"?
ROBERTA:
(Realizing her mistake in wording) I mean, we're friends.
And with all my heart I believe you'll stand before God one day,
and I don't want you to be surprised.
ERNEST:
(Defensively, crosses to SR) Aren't I a nice guy? A decent
husband. Pay my taxes. Give to charity. Show up to work on time
(Aside)
Except when I miss the 7:05.
ROBERTA:
(Challenging, pursues him) So you're a good man. Good compared
to what? To who?
ERNEST:
That's to whom.
ROBERTA:
(Returns to center stage) Give me a break.
ERNEST:
(Emphatically) Look. God is not in my database. Okay? I can't
keep factoring him in when I've never met the guy! I believe in
what I see and experience. My mortgage-that's real. My job, real.
Marriage is real.
ROBERTA:
(Affirming) Sure, very. And God wants to show himself to
you through them-and everything else in your life.
ERNEST:
(Laughs) No one can fault you for effort, Bert.
ROBERTA:
(Pressing) You can't put God in your pocket, Ernie. He can't
be reduced to a simple equation.
ERNEST:
So how come you're always talking about "knowing" him?
ROBERTA:
OK. Fine. You can't know. (Waits for ERNIE'S surprised reaction)
It's impossible. You can't know God. (Pause) Unless you look
to Jesus Christ. (Crosses to him, "slugs on arm," exits
behind him) Don't try to cross the river without using the bridge.
ERNEST:
(Trying to lighten it up, delivers straight out to audience)
Who feeds you these one-liners, anyway?
Exits.
BERT AND
ERNIE: #6
Wrought
iron table and two chairs. The scene is a Starbucks. Both BERT
and ERNIE, in business garb, are drinking coffee, seated, when
scene opens, as if they are already in mid-conversation.
ERNEST:
(Killer serve) Answer me this, Bert. If Christianity is so all-fire
great, why aren't Christians happier, huh? Huh? I see so-called
Christians moping around like everyone else, flipping people off
on the highway, divorcing right and left. Where's the hope in that?
(Mimicking) Where's the joy of the Lord?
ROBERTA:
(Embarrassed, subdued) It's tragic, there's no question.
ERNEST:
You better believe it. Weakens your case big time.
ROBERTA:
Well, then, glad "the case" isn't in my hands.
ERNEST:
(Insistently) But it is-if you call yourself a spokesman
for Christianity.
ROBERTA:
(Sighs) Ernie. Christ is the only real spokesman for Christianity.
His followers are capable of sinning every day, just like anyone
(Pauses
to think) But there's a difference.
ERNEST:
(Scornfully) You're forgiven?
ROBERTA:
Well, yes, but
ERNEST:
(Jerks finger to self) And heathens are not.
ROBERTA:
Give me a minute. (Pauses) On the outside, my sins do look
just like yours. I fly off the handle, you fly off the handle; I
nag my husband, you nag your wife
ERNEST:
Only when I have due cause. (Accusing finger) But, hey, you're
supposed to be this "new creation." (Melodramatically,
like an old-time tent revival preacher) Free from sin and bound
for the Promised Land!
ROBERTA:
Spiritually, yes, I am. Working it out in my (Gestures to self)
flesh, I still gettangled. But it's a different kind of a
struggle. I want to do the right thing, or stop doing the wrong
thing out of love for God-because I realize just how much he loves
me.
ERNEST:
There's my point again. How come we pagans don't get to see more
of this great Christian love?
ROBERTA:
I think you do, if you look at us fairly, and realize we're not
perfect. The change starts (Gestures to heart) inside. When
you decide to accept God's deal, you begin seeing how intense the
battle is out there(Gestures to heart) and in here-between
good and evil. (Pause) I admit. After I became a Christian,
life got more complicated. Suddenly I was disturbed by things that
blew right by me before. I agonized more.
ERNEST:
(Teasing again) Agonized. Terrific sales pitch, there, Bert.
Makes me want to jump on board. (Looks around) Where do I
sign?
ROBERTA:
(Matter of fact) Well, this is a conversation about truth.
Right?
ERNEST:
("Surrenders" with hands) Whatever you say.
ROBERTA:
And what I say is, I'd rather enter into this struggle than be oblivious
to it.
ERNEST:
But why doesn't God spare you all this struggling? Wouldn't it make
a better impression on skeptics if you lived a charmed life? Would
certainly sell me. (Crosses arms)
ROBERTA:
Would it? Are you sure? Maybe God figured it would be more impacting
if the faithful still got broadsided, still got knocked around.
And even in the midst of fear, still chose to believe. Still trusted
that God was in control.
ERNEST:
(ROBERTA glances at watch) If I were writing the script
ROBERTA:
(With a smile) But you're not. The faithful are tested by
what we do with fear and trials, not whether or not we have them.
ERNEST:
(Vulnerable, searching) And what about the trials of the unfaithful?
ROBERTA:
(Soft and tender) They're meant to draw you in. (Stands,
slugs Ernie in arm affectionately) Sometimes it's the only way
God can get your attention. (Realizing she was too pointed, backpedals)
I mean, people's attention. (Takes up cup)
ERNEST:
(Intense, softer than ever) You think God's trying to get
my attention?
ROBERTA:
(Leans into him) Ernie, what do you think? (Exits)
ERNIE
stays at table for half of a song, played by the worship team
(or a CD). A quiet, reflective song about surrender or faith.
Halfway through the song, ERNIE rises and slowly exits, lost in
thought.
Lights
out.